Picard placed the book he had been reading on the co-pilots chair as he turned to look at Counsellor Troi sleeping on the cot behind him. It had been a tiring trade negotiation on the Ly’Brageel home world. Her empathic abilities had been invaluable as their opposite numbers were forever disagreeing with each other. A race comprising of three sexes confused even a diplomat of Picard’s experience. He let Troi enjoy her well-earned rest as they approached the rendezvous coordinates he had agreed with Commander Riker.
He reached for the communicator panel and opened a sub-space channel. “Shuttle Armstrong to Enterprise, come in please.”
Static filled the speaker for a moment till a familiar voice emitted from the panel, “Enterprise to Shuttle Armstrong, receiving you loud and clear. Commander Data here, Captain, estimate our time to intercept at twenty eight minutes and thirty two sec....” A high-pitched squeal sounded from the speaker as Picard’s eyes flew across the controls. All of the indicators lit up, rapidly changing from green to red as the shuttle lurched violently, and his book flying into the foot well beneath the control panel ignored; the Captain stared through the front screen of the shuttle into a violent energy storm appearing directly in front of them. He heard the automatic restraints flick across the sleeping form of the Counsellor behind him as the craft accelerated rapidly towards the maelstrom ahead.
He awoke moments later strapped into the pilot’s chair, momentarily confused as to where he was. The instrument panel had almost returned to normal in front of him except for the inertial guidance system flashing red and beeping insistently. A planet, far closer than it should have been, span across the viewing port. He reached for the controls as he saw Troi pull herself into the co-pilot’s chair and strap herself in.
Without hesitation she began reading out information, “Unknown class M-type planet, Binary System... unknown...low order, carbon-based animal life forms detected below on land and in the sea... only three percent land to water mainly situated around the equatorial zone...easily able to support humanoid life....” Her dexterous fingers flew across the panels as the Captain struggled to regain control of the shuttle as it plunged through the atmosphere in a wild spin, cocooned in a super heated flare of gases. “Elevated levels of Betamaine Radiation though nowhere near hazardous levels... plotting best possible landing sites...”
The captain was managing to bring the craft under control when they heard the tearing of metal and they began to tumble on a new axis. “We’ve lost the port nacelle and structural integrity is degrading rapidly...” Icons flashed on Picard’s side of the control panel and he endeavoured to coax the crippled craft in the direction indicated.
They almost made it when, in sight of a small island, the starboard nacelle finally quit and they plunged towards the calm waters below. The scarred craft bounced and skimmed on the waves till its nose tipped forwards and brought it to a sudden stop in a huge fountain of spray. The two acted quickly as automatic floatation devices tried to right the vehicle; the damage was too extensive and the shuttle began to sink rapidly.
The two Star Fleet officers dragged themselves up the blue coloured sand of the beach. Both of them collapsed halfway up; the small blue particles of the beach gently rolled away from their mouths as they gasped and panted for air. The nearest of the suns beat down on them, drying out their clothes as Picard rolled onto his back and looked up into the purple alien sky. He rolled back over and crawled the few metres to the counsellor. Her eyes were closed but her back was rising with each breath she took; his eyes lingered over her sodden hair and then slowly moved down her back. Her uniform was ripped and soaked from their escape from the rapidly sinking shuttle; several abrasions and bruises crisscrossed her back but none of them looked serious. His eyes wandered further to the full curve of her ass, a tear with an underlying bruise rose up the side of her thigh, exposing the flesh to the underside of her cheek; he wondered what it would be like to drag his tongue across it.
Troi groaned, for a moment Picard would have sworn it was a groan of pleasure and not pain. “Are you badly hurt, Counsellor?” he asked, bringing his thoughts back to their normally restrained lines.
The Counsellor rolled onto her back and opened her eyes. The irises reflected the deep purple sky. “Just bruised and aching...” she looked around, ”do you mind if I call you Jean-Luc... Jean-Luc?”
Picard also looked around at their surroundings. Returning his gaze to her, he shrugged and laughed. “Considering the circumstances you may be right, Deanna.” Deanna stood up gingerly, testing her body as she did so, once she was satisfied she had suffered no broken bones she looked down at the tattered remains of her Federation uniform as it quickly dried under the suns’ rays. Without hesitation she reached up behind her neck and tugged on the memory form release on her uniform. A slit appeared just below her neck and descended down her spine; as soon as it revealed the curve of her cheeks she began peeling it off her arms and down her torso. The captain turned away, his cheeks glowing as he recalled the Betazoids’ lack of inhibitions concerning nudity.
“Jean-Luc... you will have to relax or we will have to divide this island in two... the uniform is ruined, we are in a tropical climate and the remains will be more usefully employed as bags and slings.” She pulled him round by the shoulder and only by the strength of his will was he able to focus solely on her eyes rather than her large breasts. She locked eyes with him as she continued to peel the uniform from her body. “I really don’t see your problem anyway, Jean-Luc, only moments ago you were wondering what it would be like to lick my ass!”
Jean-Luc quickly looked down to suddenly realise he was staring at Deanna’s hairless crotch; he quickly lifted his eyes back up into the grinning face of the Counsellor. “Did I mention that a side effect of Betamaine Radiation on Betazoids...even partial Betazoids is to considerably enhance our empathic and telepathic abilities...?”
“Err... I... err... I seriously need to think about this...” Jean-Luc turned on his heel and walked towards the light undergrowth of the forest beyond the beach.
Troi watched the Captain walk away admiring the muscular tone of his ass. “It only works close up or in line of sight to any really useful degree, Jean-Luc... if it helps?” She reached up to her full breast and pinched the small, sharply pointed nipple upon it; she slowly lowered her fingers to squeeze, first, the secondary nipple beneath it and then the tertiary lower still as they curved under her bosom. Licking her lips, she didn’t need her telepathic abilities, boosted or not, to know that the Captain was sporting an erection as he disappeared into the shadows beneath the canopy. She hadn’t mentioned the other side effect of Betamaine Radiation on Betazoids. She felt her vagina moisten as glands began to dump chemicals and secretions into her system that were gradually heightening her sexual awareness and libido. She could feel the erotic miasma beginning to extend its grip through her body and the telepathic field it produced. It wasn’t the poor Captain’s fault that when he was near her, all he would be able to think of was fucking his junior officer as hard and as fast and as long as possible. It wasn’t really her fault either, she thought as she pinched her diamond hard nipple.
She moved into the shade of the trees on the edge of the beach and pulled off some of the large lower leaves. The brown leaves were velvety in texture as she laid them down on the sand, giving off an aromatic scent reminiscent of the sea air on Risa; she smiled at the many memories she had with William surfacing in her mind. She felt her pussy dampen further.
Picard stumbled through the undergrowth, small animals scattering from his path; he couldn’t believe how unprofessional he was being. He stood up straight and inhaled deeply again and again. When he felt he had regained some modicum of composure; and his raging hard-on mellowed somewhat he turned around walking calmly back towards the shore.
As the captain was nearing the shore, he could hear the waves breaking; he thought he heard another softer sound ahead of him. He stopped and listened carefully. She was singing, a soft lilting melody; notes rising and falling in a hypnotic air. A siren song that, as he recognised it for what it was, he became powerless to resist. His cock swelled almost instantaneously, returning to its earlier ardour. He neared the sand, still moving slowly in the shadows; Deanna was sitting cross-legged on a bed of leaves facing the rolling surf; she was slowly rocking from side to side. Her hands were resting on her knees as she sang the haunting Betazoid lullaby.
His hand was pressed to his cock through his uniform, his top already stripped down to the belt; sweat ran rivulets through the grey hairs on his chest as he moved within metres of his naked subordinate. Gradually Troi’s song quietened and came to a stop. “I am glad you have returned, Jean-Luc, trust me as your guide and Counsellor; this has to happen.” Her voice was quiet, but seemed to fill his mind. “On a planet such as this a Betazoid has no choice but to expend their sexual energy, with whoever they can; be male or female or alien as long as there is sufficient compatibility. Even if I was alone I would have to find some means to reach my sexual zenith.” The captain began to peel down his uniform, releasing his hard member to the warm air beneath the trees; within moments he was naked and stepped closer to the still swaying Betazoid. “I am glad to share this with you, as I would have been with William or Worf or Tasha. You will become immune to the effects after a time, but I hope that as long as we are here you will be happy to share in the Betazoid gift...”
Picard was standing directly behind Deanna, his cock standing out proud mere inches behind her raven hair. Deanna ceased swaying and lifted her right hand from her knee; without turning she reached behind her head, extending her long middle finger, and touched the tip of Jean-Luc’s hardness. A sensory shock ran from her finger through his penis and flooded his body, he groaned loudly, almost screaming with the intensity as the counsellor swivelled quickly before him and brought her left hand up to cup his balls. The captain reached down and spread his fingers through her hair as she looked up into his eyes and opened her mouth; his cock slid deep into her mouth as her right hand moved round to his ass and pulled him hard towards her.
Troi sucked hard on her superior’s cock as her left hand joined her right, gripping his cheeks hard; nails digging into the taut flesh of his buttocks. She swallowed him whole, her lips pressing into the fuzz of his pubic hair as her tongue snaked back and forth over the underside of his cock. He watched as she took all of his nine and a half inches easily into her mouth, dimly in the back of his mind he wondered about the physiology of Betazoid women as none of his previous lovers had ever managed such a feat without gagging. He grasped her hair tightly, her dark tresses seeming to pale between his fingers as he began to fuck her mouth, encouraged by the forceful pressure of her hands on his ass. He felt his cheeks being spread by her long fingers and a sharp nail move to tease his anus as her head bobbed harder and faster over his cock. His balls tightened as they banged against her chin and he felt his seed swirl within his sac and speed up through his penis to shoot hot and fast down Troi’s throat. The counsellor just sucked harder as she felt the salty semen shoot into her the back of her mouth.
Picard swore loudly as he felt an orgasm the like of which he had never felt before and still Troi fucked him harder with her mouth. Waves of heat flooded across his entire body as his orgasm began to lessen and yet his cock still remained as hard as ever. Once the last of his cum emptied from his thrusting cock the counsellor dropped her hands to the back of his knees and pulled them forwards, causing him to fall to his knees. Her mouth followed his cock down, slamming hard down onto his length as he crumpled to the sand.
She reached up to his chest and pushed him onto his back before his erection was released from the hot ministrations of her mouth. She quickly moved astride him, letting his feet kick out below her before grasping his cock and placing it to the soaking wet opening of her vagina. Picard looked down his sweat-soaked body to see Troi’s hairless slit hover above his hard-on. He watched in fascination as the lips of her vagina opened unaided above his member and a slow viscous flow of her pussy juice run out and over the head of his cock. He felt his penis enveloped in a warm glow as the liquid made its way down his length. As the warmth fully wrapped its silky embrace around him, the counsellor dropped onto him. The warmth was replaced by an almost burning heat as her pussy seemed to twist around his member.
Troi’s body trembled as she impaled herself on her captain’s cock, the muscles within her vibrating and twisting around the invading flesh. Her hands gripped her own thighs as the waves of pleasure began to build up. Blood trickled over her skin where her nails dug into the firm flesh. She felt Picard twitch within her and all three sets of her nipples shiver in resonance. Jean-Luc looked up at the Betazoid beauty straddling him and watched her chest heave as her pussy seemed to twist faster around his cock. His eyes locked onto her nipples as they all began to darken past their normal red to become almost black against her pale skin. As her cunt locked hard onto him, she still seemed to barely move; her nipples seemed to pulse and concentric dark red waves emanated from them to spread in crisscrossing circles out over her entire body.
Again another vice-like pulse gripped him and those waves once more flowed across her flesh. He barely moved beneath her; held physically by her alien cunt twisting and grasping his cock and psychically by the hypnotic kaleidoscope of circles rushing outwards over her flesh. Troi threw her head back and the captain noticed that her hair had turned pure white, as the waves grew stronger and faster till one pulse began to merge into the next. His balls didn’t so much as tighten as his cum was sucked up from them through his cock. Her skin was a shimmering miasma as a siren wail issued from her upturned mouth into the alien sky and an electric shock seemed to pass back and forth between them again and again. Troi shuddered one last time and fell forward, collapsing onto his chest. She was out cold; when some of his own senses returned he noted the rise and fall of her torso; gently he rolled her sideways onto the soft leaves and slowly stroked her cheek.
He felt her pussy quiver and slide off his softening cock, closing itself over the end of his member. Troi slept peacefully as he laid her down and struggled like an old man to his feet. His body felt hot and the sea looked cool...
As the captain was nearing the shore, he could hear the waves breaking; he looked through the shady canopy and could see Troi lying peacefully naked on a bed of leaves. His erection returned with a vengeance as he inched nearer to his subordinate. He dropped to his knees before her and watched as his hands, seemingly with a mind of their own, reached under her thighs and lifted her legs apart. He lowered his mouth towards the thin slit of her pussy; as his breath breezed across her lips they opened up, inviting him in. He delved his tongue deep into the warm wet folds of her sex. Troi groaned as, still half asleep, she slipped her feet over the back of her captain. She tasted salty and sweet and tangy as Jean-Luc began to tongue-fuck the Betazoid’s cunt.
Troi opened her eyes as she felt Picard’s talented tongue lick the insides of her folds, finding the pleasure point further inside. She felt slightly envious of full-humans whose clits were located in a much more accessible position. She opened her eyes to see a shape shimmer behind the captain.
“Thank you, Q, that was wonderful and now I have the real Picard to have as dessert,” she spoke directly into the near-omnipotent alien’s mind. “You knew, counsellor?” asked Q.
“I did, Q, your vanity let you down. Jean-Luc’s cock is not nearly as long, though it is somewhat thicker...!”
“I am undone by my character flaws... c’est la vie, Counsellor, c’est la vie!”
Q smiled and bowed and disappeared as Troi began to writhe under the attention of Picard’s tongue, bucking her hips and digging her nails into the broad back of her superior. She arched her back and looked up at the purple sky to watch a shooting star pass across the lesser of the twin suns.
Riker piloted the shuttle with consummate expertise as Data scanned for life forms on the planet’s surface below. Riker was puzzled by the inconsistency and strangeness of recent events. The captain’s shuttle falling straight into such a rapidly forming wormhole in the middle of a space route with no known anomalies before. The apparently unstable wormhole remaining open, actually growing to accommodate the Enterprise; the sudden malfunction of the transporters and long range scanning.
“Picking up two humanoid life forms, Commander...”Data transferred the coordinates to Riker’s console. “I am reading elevated bio-signatures on both of them, Commander. They may be in some distress, Sir.”
Data pulled up an image on the long-range camera and adjusted the magnification. “Locking onto them now, Sir. Yes, I have them, it is okay, Sir. They are not in trouble, they are just indulging in sexual activity, Sir.”
The shuttle lurched and Commander Data turned to look at Commander Riker...